Red

32

They start off the sleepover by heading downstairs. Hunk and Pidge immediately heading off into the kitchen.

"What are you two doing?" Lance snorts upon seeing Pidge on Hunk's shoulders.

"Mom's mixing bowl is on the top of the cabinets." Pidge mutters, fingers grazing the bowl. They hiss out a curse and sigh.

"Still too short. Lance you got lanky arms you try." Pidge huffs, clambering down from Hunk.

"Uh, okay?" Lance mutters, awkwardly getting on Hunk's shoulders.

Keith crossed his arms over his chest, a small scowl on his lips.

"Awe don't be jealous Keith." Pidge whispers, snickering.

"I-I I'm not!" Keith stutters, face flushed.

"Mhm coulda fooled me." Pidge grins.

Lance's fingers grab the bowl, afraid to lose his balance. His thighs were tight around Hunk, holding the bowl close to his chest. He quickly sets it down and clambers off of Hunk.

"Bet you wish that was you." Pidge teases.

"Will you shut up!" Keith hisses, hitting them lightly.

"I'll fucking bite your arm, test me."

"I'll stab your dog."

"Touch Bae Bae and you die."

"You two okay?" Lance quips.

"Yep!" Keith smiles.

"Peachy." Pidge smiles as well.

They end up making cookies and brownies. Lance crying when he gets a brownie in his mouth.

"What the fuck this is so good." except its more muffled.

"Oh my god, don't cry!" Hunk laughs.

"ITS SO GOOD THOUGH." Lance sits there, silently crying.

Keith smiles and snorts.

"What's so funny Keef?"

"Nothing." Keith laughs.

Lance finishes his brownie before he sends a glare Keith's way.

"Something's funny otherwise you wouldn't laugh."

"Ooh shit Keith's gonna get his ass beat."

Their little squabble ends with Lance tickling the hell out of Keith until he's crying.

"lANCE IM GONNA PUNCH YOU STOP!" Keith screams, barely able to breathe over his laughing.

"Okay okay." Lance snorts, pulling away.

"You're an asshole." Keith pants, rolling over.

"Awe poor baby." Pidge snickers.

"Oh haha." Keith huffs.

The rest of the night is filled with popcorn and horror movies. Surprisingly, Keith was terrified.
He had his face shoved into Lance's back.

"Pussy." Lance snickers.

"Oh shut up." Keith huffs.

"Nah." Lance snorts

"Shh." Pidge hisses.

"We should watch Heather's or Breakfast Club." Hunk suggests

"Breakfast Club." Lance says.

"Heather's." Pidge and Keith say at the same time.